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Satin Bruises	By : AstonDeLioncourt Category: Anita Blake > General Views: 1955 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Christ, is she always that pissed off? I just thought the thing at the circus was a fluke," Reilly said. Jason looked up from the Reuben sandwich he was devouring. They were at a diner, and Reilly was already on her third slice of pie.

"She's always like that, though she's gotten progressively worse over the years. I would never have guessed you were such a porker," Jason commented, forking a bit of the key lime monstrosity on Reilly's plate. She gave him a patient look.

"Jason, are you hungry after you change?" She asked casually.

"Ravenous," he answered, confused.

"Doing really large magic is incredibly draining. After certain spells, my blood sugar drops so low that I have manic depressive symptoms. Do you remember what I did at the circus last night?" Jason nodded, an eager look on his face.

"It was the most incredible rush. It was really similar to when Asher feeds from me," the werewolf answered, giving Reilly bedroom eyes. She grinned, and took another dainty bite of pie.

"That spell was huge, and very complex to create. It encompasses every person living at the circus, as well as the people they're connected with, wherever they go. I used up massive amounts of magic, and I even supplemented my own power with the latent kinetic energy of the circus itself. I have to keep my blood sugar up today, since we're going to be doing a lot of lifting. Also, if Raleigh gets me my job back, I have to go and work more magic later. I still haven't finished marking several people connected to the circus, placing the energy sachets, or closing the ward itself," she explained, flagging the waitress.

"So, why did you quit last night? Seems to me like you really dig your job," he asked, watching the remains of the pie get washed down with coffee.

"I'd like the check please," Reilly said pleasantly to the waitress. The dynamic duo paid, and headed out to the car.

"Are you going to tell me?" Jason asked, suddenly very curious. Reilly blushed a bit, getting into the car.

"Jean-Claude and I had a disagreement last night," she muttered, avoiding Jason's gaze.

"About what? Now you have to tell me the whole story," he told her, impishly. Reilly muttered something very quickly under her breath.

"Didn't catch that, sorry," Jason said, leaning over the armrest.

"Jean-Claude thought I had slept with Asher!" Reilly snapped, putting the huge car in gear. Jason laughed uproariously at that.

"So you went and banged me?" He giggled. "Smooth move, Casanova." Reilly didn't dignify that with an answer. Jason still gazed at her mischievously.

"Though I am truly honored, out of all the people you could've picked, you picked me," Jason teased.

"Jason, as much as I enjoyed last night, if you don't shut up... I will smack you," Reilly responded, half teasing and half serious.

"Oh good, I like it rough," Jason shot back lustily. Reilly sighed, trying not to remember what the young wolf looked like naked, and failing miserably. Her only defense was a witty comeback.

"You and my sister both," Reilly mumbled.

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Raleigh walked back into the conference room, wiping her bruised hands on a towel. The pard glanced at her, then turned to Micah. Micah stood up, taking Raleigh's hand in his and wiping them off for her.

"What did you do?" he whispered, kissing her bloody knuckles then licking the blood off his lips. Sweet, like sucking on a roll of pennies.

"I didn't kill her, if that's what you mean," Raleigh whispered. "That's not my style. I simply showed her that her behavior would no longer be tolerated. She'll be fine."

Micah nodded, then looked at his pard, their pard. "Does anyone else have something to say?"

Everyone shook their heads. A few members smirked at each other, impressed with the witch. One leopard, the one named Zane, spoke up.

"Forgive me Ms. Gallion," he said softly. "But what does Jean-Claude think of this arrangement?"

"First, everyone can call me Raleigh, actually I prefer it. Second, what do you think Jean-Claude thinks of the arrangement?"

"Well, if he approved, we wouldn't have had this meeting would we?"

Raleigh smiled. "You are absolutely right, Zane. Jean-Claude is less than thrilled, but Anita had to be taken out of this position. I'm not sure if any of you were aware, but in Richard's pack, she's been stirring up trouble. Encouraging other males with alpha potential to fight Richard, things of that nature. We can't have her doing the same to the rest of the were community. I hope you all can understand and harbor no ill feelings towards me."

"If there's nothing else that needs to be dealt with," Micah announced. "You are all free to go."

The pard filed out of the conference room, mumbling their good byes and shaking Micah and Raleigh's hands. After a few minutes, the pair was left alone. As soon as the door was shut, Raleigh sat on the table and pulled Micah towards her. She pressed her lips firmly against his, aroused by his sheer power and her magic. Micah climbed gracefully onto the table, resting gently above her, privy to what she had in mind. For a brief moment, Micah thought of locking the door, but then decided against it.

"What fun would that be?" he thought to himself.

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Reilly and Jason walked into the apartment, finding several articles of clothing strewn across the floor. Reilly lifted an eyebrow, but didn't comment.

"I guess your sister is Nimir-Ra now," Jason said, wiggling a foot under one of Raleigh's shirts. Reilly laughed, and started gather up the discarded garments.

"Leigh! We're home. Are you still going to talk to Jean-Claude, or should I get dressed?" Reilly called, walking down the hall with the bundle in her arms. Reilly could hear a muffled curse from her sister's bedroom, and Micah's low laugh. Unconcerned, Reilly went to the washer and sorted out the darks. A hassled-looking, sheet-clad Raleigh threw open her bedroom door, eying the load that Reilly was doing critically. Without comment, she snagged a rather pretty white blouse out of her sister's arms, and ducked back into the bedroom. Reilly giggled, and then set off into the front room.

A few moments later, Raleigh and Micah emerged, looking slightly respectable. Jason was lounging idly on the sofa, and Reilly had just returned from grabbing the mail.

"Alright, we're headed to the circus. Micah and I were going to see a movie after, you want us to give you a call?" Raleigh asked, taking the stack of mail her sister proffered and sorting through it half-heartedly.

"What are you seeing?" Reilly asked, opening a bill.

"The new horror one. I'm in a mood for gore," Raleigh said. The girls shared a grin.

"Sure, I'm heading to the grocery store. Need anything?" Reilly asked, sauntering into the kitchen.

"We're out of cheese-its and ice cream. We'd better get going though, it's almost five. Need a ride Jason?" Raleigh asked over her shoulder as they headed out the door. Jason vaulted the sofa, and followed their lead. Reilly shook her head as the trio left the apartment.

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The group showed up at the Circus and jumped out of the Tundra. Jason led the way to the door, knocked on it, and slid into the building, making Micah and Raleigh hustle before the door shut. Raleigh slid in first, followed by Micah. Riese was, once again, at the door. Raleigh gave him a confused look of disbelief as he held up yet another Monster can. Jason ducked into a different room after thanking Micah for the ride. Micah mumbled how it wasn't a problem and continued ushering Raleigh further down the stairs. Eventually, they came to the bottom of the stairwell, went down a few twisting hallways, and found the huge door that was Jean-Claude's office. Without knocking, Micah entered the office.

"Good evening, mon chat," Jean-Claude purred. "And to you Raleigh."

"Good evening Jean-Claude," the couple said in unison. Jean-Claude gazed at them, bemused. Raleigh wasted no time, she took the large leather seat in front of the desk.

"I want to talk to you about my sister," she said in her most business like voice. Jean-Claude steepled his fingers and pressed them against his lips.

"Yes, I'm afraid I made...an ass of myself last night," Jean-Claude replied. Raleigh was slightly thrown off, but kept her face blank. Micah didn't take a seat, but stood behind her seat with his hand on her shoulder. Jean-Claude admired the way they remained a united front, how they complimented each other just by sitting there, silent and powerful.

"Well, I'm sure you don't have to feel so bad," Raleigh sighed. "It's only fair to tell you what happened last night."

"I already know about Reilly and Jason," Jean-Claude said simply. "And I understand why she did it."

"Really?"

"Yes, I'm not completely ignorant to the effects big magic has on it's practitioners. I'm sure that my accusing her of an affair didn't help matters," Jean-Claude pondered softly, mostly to himself. Raleigh looked over her shoulder at her lover, who just shrugged. This was easier than either one of them thought it would be.

"And what about her job?" Raleigh asked.

"She stills has her job, if she can forgive me and come back."

"I'm sure she will," Raleigh responded.

"Now, about the two of you," Jean-Claude changed the subject. Raleigh stiffened slightly, feeling Micah shift his weight behind her.

"Just letting you know ahead of time," Raleigh warned. "We aren't going to discontinue the relationship."

Jean-Claude simply stared at them, his cat and the twin witch. They were magnificent. He could tell that they were serious about their claims.

"I no longer have any intention of asking you to discontinue your relationship."

At this point, Raleigh showed her confusion. Jean-Claude smiled at her, Micah relaxed.

"Not that I'm thrilled about your decision, but I had this whole argument worked up and you are being excruciatingly reasonable," Raleigh explained, smirking a little.

"Oh," Jean-Claude replied, eyebrows raised in amusement. "I apologize immensely. If you'd like we can have an argument."

"No, that will be fine," Micah said.

"Fine," Jean-Claude muttered. "Now, we have business to attend to. Micah, if you would be so kind to let Raleigh and I speak, you may stay outside the door if you wish. This will only take a minute."

Micah paused for a moment, gently squeezed Raleigh's shoulder and left the room. Raleigh never took her eyes off the vampire across the desk. Jean-Claude leaned back in his chair and propped is feet on the large mahogany desk. Raleigh admired the gleam of his knee-high, leather boots, fashionable in his century and in this one.

"I need a new manager for Guilty Pleasures," Jean-Claude began. "I have reason to believe that you will be an excellent choice."

Raleigh furrowed her eyebrows. "And what reason is that?"

"Do I really need a reason, Vixen?"

Raleigh froze, her eyes wide. "How did you...?"

"I do as much research on my employees as you and your sister do on your employers. I'm aware of the fact that you were a dancer for a brief period of time. This puts you at an advantage. You know how these clubs are run, therefore you are my new manager. Unless you don't want the job, of course," Jean-Claude explained gracefully.

Raleigh ran her hand through her hair. She had almost forgotten that hellish part of her life, she wanted to forget it. "I'll take the job, but I have conditions."

"Name them."

"I don't perform."

"I would never ask you to."

"And you don't tell anyone. That part of my life is over and behind me. I don't want to deal with it any more."

"It would not be my place, mademoiselle, but, if you don't mind my asking, when will you tell Micah?"

Raleigh paused. "When I think that it's necessary."

"You're his Nimir-Ra. It's not necessary now?"

Raleigh stood up gracefully and extended her hand. "I believe we are done here."

Jean-Claude rose and grasped her hand gently. "Of course. You have a good evening, Ms. Gallion. I would like you to start working tomorrow night. Is this satisfactory?"

"Yes, sir. You have a good evening also. Would you like me to give your regards to my sister?"

"If you would be so kind."

Raleigh turned on her heel and headed for the door. Micah, having sensed her approach, opened the door for her. Raleigh pulled out her cell, and taking Micah's hand called her sister.

"'ello?" Mumbled Reilly's voice. Raleigh could hear a movie in the background.

"Rei? Are you eating?" Raleigh asked, confused. The crunching coming from her sister's side of the line ceased.

"No," Reilly protested, sounding muffled and full-mouthed. Raleigh's eyes narrowed.

"Did you buy Doritos?" She asked suspiciously.

"'Course not," Reilly said with an unconvincing little laugh. Raleigh glared at the phone.

"You are sitting on the sofa, in my sweats, watching the Harry Potter movies, and eating Doritos, aren't you?" Raleigh accused.

"God! No, why would you think that?" Reilly asked. Raleigh could hear her sister stumbling around, cleaning up the nest of blankets she would have made.

"I see. I went to all the trouble of getting your job back, and you stole my sweats. They better not be my Victoria's Secret ones either. And there had damned well better be some Doritos left when Micah and I get home," Raleigh accused, climbing into the passenger's side of the car.

"I didn't take your stupid sweat pants! And you....You got my job back?"

"Yep. Jean-Claude was really understanding about everything," Raleigh said, fastening her seat belt. Micah could hear the shriek from the other line as Reilly rushed about, getting ready for work.

Unceremoniously, she hung up her sister with only a quick; "Thank you!" Raleigh laughed, and hung up the call.

"What's the deal with the sweats?" Micah asked, taking Raleigh's hand. She grinned hugely.

"She won't buy her own, and she feels so guilty about wearing mine, it makes getting a rise out of her totally effortless," Raleigh joked, bringing Micah's hand to her mouth to give it a quick kiss. He smiled along, and stroked her face gently. They headed home, making bets on whether they would see Reilly rushing down the stairs at them. They didn't see her coming down the stairs, but they did see her fly passed them in her Camaro. Raleigh laughed out loud, Micah merely smirked.
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"Do you really want to go to the movies?" Raleigh asked as they head up the stairs. Micah laced two fingers through a belt loop on her pants, jerking her to a stop. He stepped up to her, planting a whisper of a kiss on her lips.

"I want to do whatever you want me to do," he whispered. Raleigh's knees nearly gave out right then and there.

"Let's go upstairs then, and see where the night takes us," she replied.
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